Weapons of Mass Percussion

Easy now, she could go off at any moment!

Some drummers are just animals. The ones who just explode, and you’ve got no idea when it’s going to happen, it might be once in a while, it might be every gig. One second they’re happily thumping along and then BOOM! Twenty-minute double bass pedal thumping metal solo. Sheesh.

There's no warning, suddenly the kit gets into your head and the sticks seem to have a mind of their own. All you know is that you have to thump those tubs as hard as you can as quickly as possible in all the different combinations you can imagine. Break those breakables!

As the sound wave hits, first the band then spreading outwards through the room the crowd dives for cover, tables, pool table, the bar, anything. Those still standing are probably drummers too.

Eventually they crawl out from under the tables to see the wreckage and see what’s left. Very little. Empty glasses lie on tables, chairs all over the place and one barman cowers behind the bar. That drummer’s still standing, throwing her hands up, she must have gone deaf years ago.

It may have been awesome but it’s blown everyone away, or cleared the room depending on your perspective.

Label this dangerous drummer with the appropriate Me By Me approved safety warning. Let the crowd know at a glance what they’re dealing with, it’s only fair.